Shift Key

There was something vividly engaging about this book. Perhaps reading it in the early hours of the morning in a tent had something to do with the weird feeling. I’ve only finished a handful of books in the surreality of predawn over the last year or so, so maybe that helped.

But what a cleverly penned, witty, amusing contretemps this novel depicts. It was Pentworth or Midwich, any of half a hundred English villages poured out through novels and radio dramas of its era. Bighting social critique without taking itself too seriously. Kept me a chuckle and no mistake.